Monday was thankfully injury free
for the group of volunteers and staff, and that night the speaker was Will
Peters again. He greeted Jack warmly when they met again, and Jack asked if
Will wanted some back-up vocals for his song that night. Will was open to it, and Jack wondered if he
had heard a twinge of doubt in Will’s voice about allowing an unknown variable
into his performance.
But Jack knew it would work out
alright. He had a pretty good voice, and
had made up a harmony part to the song Will would sing on the way home from the
Rez last year. So when the time for the
song came, Jack sang along with Will. He sang from his heart, and it sounded pretty darn good.
After the song, while the crowd was
applauding, Will came over and shook Jack’s hand. Leaning in close he said “That was bad-ass,
man! Really, really cool! Thanks!”
“Thanks for letting me sing along!”
Jack said.
After the talk and the usual crowd
of fans wanting autographs and chat with Will, Jack walked Will and his wife
Lena out to their car.
“Sorry we didn’t get much chance to
talk, Misun.” Will said.
“Me too.” Said Jack.
“Hey, if you want to, my family and
friends are having the Sundance this week. You could come hang out with us
there if you want sometime this week.”
Jack was shocked and thrilled by
the invitation. The Lakota consider the
Sundance to be the most important, most sacred ceremony. Jack had heard about them, had read about them for years. But he never expected to actually see one in person. He didn’t hesitate to accept, and after some
arrangements made on Tuesday, Jack and Erika – one of the staffers and a new
good friend of Jack’s – were all set to go see the Sundance on Wednesday.
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